Our Jasmin wrote a piece about things going wrong like that fellow Murphy said in 1949.
But he forgot to mention that it started way way back, long before Murphy's wisdom about the jinx...
My guitar busted its last string
trying to accompany my song
about a lousy unlucky cowboy
with under his legs a dead horse,
which you could whip the hell
but that equine wouldn’t move;
then the rain came and the fire
went off so I could get real cold
because the little tent I had set
wind came and there she blows
and to be a little more miserable
from the south comes a storm
with thunder, plenty lightning,
and here comes the stampede
of in fear thousand crazy cows
going over all of my belongings
and the saguaro where I stood,
telling me with thousand voices
in each and every of its thorns
that I wasn’t in no way welcome
and better face the cattle’s wave
“get out of me you silly cowboy!”
The morning came, painfully,
taking one by one from me off
those four inches saguaro curses
that they insist in calling thorns,
when I hear hopefully help coming,
a party of horses like a posse
to ask for a hand to collect
the cattle that were all around,
but to my dismay they weren’t
the expected ones that I thought,
but a party of Indians on mustangs
for the look of it looking for war,
painted all over you won’t believe
mostly, like my mother in law does,
bending over grabbed my trusted rifle
half way going into the ground
after a zillion of dumb leather wallets
got all over it with their dirty hooves,
and pointed it at the arriving party
defend to the last man I was my post,
but the damn rifle was pointing
to nowhere, bend like hell as it was.
The Indians, surprised in their faces,
at thirty feet from me they make stop
and after taking a look at me they began
laughing until one felt from his horse,
and turning around they left me there
like I wasn’t to fight of any worth,
after their jocular offensive departure
despondency took of my self good hold
as the beginning day was promising
more pain, sweat and plenty of sorrow
that instead of kicking the dumb saguaro
went go finding me, to sit, a good rock,
and let the sun to fry my brains,if any,
as I began composing of a sad cowboy;
about a lonely one, most unfortunate
which will be the favorite song
in all campfires for years to come,
he wrestling bad weather with a storm
and single handled a big stampede
in those plains he hold his ground,
and even he, with a broken rifle
a indians war party, valiantly fought.
And that my friends is how the west,
despite the cowboy’s blues, was won.
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|Reviewed by William Bonilla
|Most enjoyable write & reading Brother Geor
Peace be with you
|Reviewed by Kathy Armijo
|Your imagination and brilliant description of how the west was won is one for the history books. It had me in stitches as I 'saw' this movie in front of my eyes.
God bless you. Kathy
|Reviewed by Bernice Lakota
|This is a wonderful piece of history you educated me on today. Enjoyed!|
|Reviewed by Morning Star
|Wow absolutely brilliant Conclusion how the west was won!
A terrific story poem filled with humor
Thank you my day will be a happy one because
this poem has put a smile on my day!!
Peace Love and Light..and hugesss too...Morning star
|Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines
|ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Your poem has more truth in it than many of those old heroic stories, plus a great sense of humor! Hee Hee :-)
|Reviewed by H Cruz
|Nice peice G-man, not sure what it was all about but; fun though, those metaphorical adventures. :)|
|Reviewed by Karen Palumbo
|Wow one horrific tale you have there Georg! One cascading event after the other....
Be always safe,
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|Ah...too funny my friend! An excellent write, loved it!
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|too funny! At our house, we call days like that Tuesdays...
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Georg, you are brilliant, and this hilarious compilation of your factual account of how the west was won has me rolling in my chair with laughter! Thank you,my face will wear a smile all day;-)ET|
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|An interesting saga, and an enjoyable read. Well done.|
|Reviewed by D Johnson
|Now we know the rest of the story...
|Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks
|"He was just a lonesome cowboy...". But...this "jinxed" (good that you spelled it with an 'x') cowboy responsible for winning the West???
Something askew in this tale, methinks. Still, it gives me...giggles!
Blessings and Love...and "Hi, Ho Mateos" ~~ Micke
|Reviewed by John Leko
|...many points of humor...not only from sagauro...but a story to keep us laughing...about how the west was ONE...and you were IT.
wild, wild write Georg.
|Reviewed by David Hightower
|So let me get this straight; you're saying that Roy Rogers and Gene Autry weren't the ones who won the west? - David|
|Reviewed by Bonnie May
|Oh my heard many stories on how the west was won, this certainly ranks among the top...terrific write my friend, terrific write. Love, Bonnie|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Enjoyed dear man,Wonderful writing...take care Hugsssssss|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|I felt like I was on an adventure as I read your poem. This is quite exciting and inspiring!
Much peace, love, and light,
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Excellent!!!!!!!!!!!! So THAT'S how the West was won!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|You got me beat by a mile, if can get from under that horse, and get that thorn out yer ass, running you will from Mr. Murphy, you my friend have a great imagination, but you should have told the real truth, drunk you were when you fell off that horse, drinking all that there Tequila.
In them there Apaches laughin at ya, well there was one of your relations in that there group, tall slender, you know her ha.
Besides that it is a "fable-ous" story, only a con artist like you could have told, but I enjoyed it much, Bless You my Friend! Jasmin Horst
|Reviewed by Susan Sonnen
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|I knew I shoulda been a Cowboy - you guys have all the fun. And good thing those Injuns were Apaches, and that Mean Tall Woman told them to let you go. I guess you owe me again, Brother.
PS You really look good in your Yosemite Ed Cowboy Outfit!
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Thank you for sharing the truth of how it really was, A fantastic write Georg.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|Don't know whether to laugh or cry or to cry with laughter at this masterpiece of how the west was won.|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|Great write, Georg; bravo!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|POWERFUL!!!!!!!!! I have feeling, like I watched movie!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|